Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 78

Yvonne just smirked. Queena’s big lie was falling apart, and this was the best excuse the Spencers could come up with? It was pathetic.

“Mr. Turner,” Yvonne said, turning to her lawyer. “What does the law say about a parent’s duty to support their child?”

Her lawyer recited, “Under current law, parents have a legal obligation to support and educate their children. If they fail to do so, a minor child has the right to demand payment of child support.”

“Did you hear that? You gave birth to me; you had an obligation to provide for me,” Yvonne said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And my own parents needed their adopted daughter’s permission to give me child support? Don’t you find that ridiculous? I’m more than happy to take you to court over this, unless you’re afraid of the public embarrassment.”

Teresa was speechless, a mixture of anger and guilt on her face.

Queena’s eyes immediately filled with tears. “Mom, Dad, please don’t blame Yvonne,” she sobbed. “Just… just let her say the money was from her. As long as Matthew is okay, I never wanted any credit for it.”

She was the picture of a wronged martyr, and it was a look designed to break hearts.

Matthew frowned with concern, while Verna shot up from her seat. “Yvonne, you worthless, conniving tramp! You steal Queena’s credit and then bully her right in front of us! Take a good look at yourself. You’re not worthy of my brother!”

“Verna, that’s enough!” Mrs. Gonzalez snapped. She turned to her son. “Matthew, give Yvonne the ten percent. Without her, you wouldn’t be where you are today. She’s earned it.”

“Mom, why are you taking her side? She’s an outsider!” Verna protested. “The company is my brother’s! He built it with his own hard work. Why should he give any of it to this bitch?”

“Enough! All of you, just stop!” Matthew yelled, a headache pounding in his temples.

“Yvonne, have you lost your mind?” he slammed his hand on the table.

“Twenty percent.”

“What the hell do you want?” he was trembling with rage.

“Matthew, has your brain completely rotted away? What a stupid question. I want what’s mine,” she said coldly.

“Fine,” he snarled, a twisted smile on his face. “You take the shares, and we cancel the engagement. You can forget about ever marrying into the Gonzalez family.”